#3

**LIA**

"Who is she?!" The lady, who appeared to be on her way out, asked the cute guy with a frown, directing her question at me.

"Jessica, you need to calm down. I met her here. She said she wanted to meet a friend, and I assumed the friend was you," he explained, trying to mediate the situation.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault," I confessed, deciding it was time to reveal the truth. "Actually, I got my passport switched with this guy's, and this was the address written there." I handed her the passport.

She took the passport from me and opened it, gasping when she saw the picture.

"Drex?"

"Jesse, I thought I had you to myself today," the guy next to me complained, leaving me confused.

"You do. I promise, I didn't know he was going to come with school and everything," Jesse assured him. She then turned to me. "You," she said, addressing me.

"Me?" I asked, uncertain of what was happening.

"Yes, can you stay here and wait for him, the guy in the passport? He'll be here soon, I know it," she requested. Jesse then brushed her hair and smiled at the guy beside me before walking out of her apartment. "Come on, Jasper, let's go," she said.

Jasper, the guy with the cute glasses, turned around and winked at me, leaving me slightly bewildered.

I settled into the apartment with my bag and suitcase, taking in the luxurious surroundings that wealthy people seemed to enjoy. After a long, hot shower, I climbed into the comfortable bed and, before I knew it, drifted off to sleep.

However, my slumber was abruptly interrupted by a loud ringing in my head. Annoyed, I quickly got up and answered the telephone that was ringing on Jessica's table.

"Hello?" I groggily greeted the caller.

"Hi, is this Jessica?" the man on the line inquired.

"No, not her," I replied.

"Well, a guy here claims to know you and gave us this number. He's been put under arrest, and the only person who can help him is you," the man explained.

"Alright, I'll be there," I agreed, despite not having Jessica's number. I couldn't just leave the situation unattended, so I got dressed and headed to the police station.

"Hi, I'm here for the guy who claims to know Jessica," I informed the receptionist. He pointed me in the right direction, and I followed his guidance. Inside a small office, I found a man dressed in a Spiderman suit, obscuring his face. The officer behind the desk instructed me to take a seat.

"Do you know this man?" the officer asked, showing me the person beside me, who was hiding behind his mask. I tried to remove his mask but encountered resistance.

"A little help?" I requested from the officer.

He looked at me with a questioning expression.

"Well, I can't identify him if he keeps his mask on," I reasoned with the officer.

"Mr. man, would you please take off your mask, or you won't be released from here," the officer insisted.

The guy slowly removed his mask, revealing himself to be the same individual from the airport.

"Also, we asked him for his passport. He gave us this and claimed he must have lost his," the officer added, displaying a passport. It turned out to be my passport.

"Thank you, officer, that's mine. We got them switched," I said, handing over the correct passport.

After Drex showed the officer his real passport, they released him. I walked out of the station, intending to retrieve my belongings.

"Hey there!" Drex called after me, but I began walking faster. I wasn't ready to deal with him just yet.